Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.